“Well, well, well," said the black haired one, looking smug, “Seems like we have caught an interesting person indeed. One of the Catskill pack, deep in Kingston territory? How very, very bold of you. Well, my name is Eli, leader of the Vultures, and I welcome you into my dungeon." Eli's voice caused Vincent's hackles to rise immediately, fear throbbing in his heart at the thought of being this cold, calculating person's prisoner.
Vincent started crouching down, ready to shift, only to find himself on the ground as something around his neck sent a pulse of electricity through him. Reaching up, he felt what could only be a collar, one with a moon engraved in it. He had heard of these collars, ones that combined magic with science to detect a shifter about to change and punish them. He looke
